Snippet #1740249

Kieko was nervous about the fight, and then the long haired boy and the crying one started down to the breakfast hall. She hadn't seen the demon boy for a while, and realizing he would probably end up joining the breakfast group if the white coats had anything to do with it, she immediately went to the next best option. Sarah.
The problem was, Kieko quite liked Sarah's easy going personality, however she was worried the moving of shadows required the spiritual element. Kieko had a deep set hate for all spiritual and supernatural areas, her mother was superstitious, though Kieko herself never quite followed it. None the less, the dark spiritual side of the world scared her and kept her at bay.
"So, you got any clue as to what's going on? And do you mind if I ask your name?"
Kieko started slightly.
"No" she said slowly, a little tentative "My name's Kieko"
She slowly entered cell five.
"Home sweet home, I suppose."
Kieko couldn't help smiling slightly, she certainly didn't seem to be demonic. Perhaps it was simply one of those weird powers that popped up, that didn't require spirits, but was part of a natural thing. The demon boy however seemed a different story.
Then the door opened.
"Mind if I stay?"
Kieko re-coiled in horror, as the very person she did not want to see entered the room. She immediately hid her anger and shock behind a wall of indifference. If he truly was demonic, she did not want to anger him. If he truly was....
Kieko thought about it a little harder. Perhaps the crazy turquoise girl had been lying, after all she was partially insane. Yes, perhaps her new surroundings had got to her.
None the less, the whole demeaner about the male wouldn't let the thoughts out of Kieko's mind.